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short love poem

velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
desolado e solitário
o sol está acima
poderíamos nós mas para saber
do sol nem das estrelas
em possa
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu sei não onde
em setembro
fora do mar sparkling
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
escuro-eyed

 



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